Don't let the love die

chapter 1

A/N: hey I personally love soul eater I never though I would do this but here I go .-.

Soul's pov

I wake up and walk down stairs, the house is eerily quiet. There was a note on the table and I hesitantly read it

'Dear soul,

I have gone out for a little to do something's i'll be back later. Love,

Maka'

What is she doing today? Yesterday she came home and had bruises all over her body. What has she been doing? I've been worried about her

I get to school and walk to my seat and Maka's not here? where is she? She wouldn't miss school if her life depended on it

"Hey Soul, where's Maka?" Tsubaki asked

"I don't know" I responded

"Oh..." She said

"Well where ever she is I'm sure she's okay" she tried to comfort me

"That's the thing though, I know she's not" I mumble under my breath

"What?" she turned to me 

"Nothing" what she doesn't know is, I know she's not because yesterday she came home beaten to a pulp. After class I walked to the death room to talk to Lord Death, hoping he would know something, anything really

"Come in" I hear a cheery voice call

"Oh hello soul what can I do for you?" Lord Death greeted me

"It's about Maka" I state solemnly 

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER YOU NO GREAT FULL PUNK!" Spirit yelled at me

"Reaper-CHOP" Spirit then went to go sulk in the little corner of his

"Now you were saying soul?" Death wrapped his attention back to me

"Right, Maka has been disappearing in the mornings and then coming home later in the day with bruises and I'm starting to worry. Yesterday she came home with a bunch of cuts and no one knows what she's doing and I'm just worried that's all. I'm her weapon and I should always be by her side no matter what, ya'know?" I lay my hands out flat being blunt with him

"What about being my weapon?" I hear a voice say I turn around and see Maka

"Oh thank god you're okay" I run up to hug her

"Ouch!" she yelped

"Sorry did I hurt you?" I'm quick to retract from the physical contact

"No, no, I just have a bruise on my back that's all" she brushed off

"What have you been doing? Where did you go?" I grab her shoulders, shaking her a little hoping she'll give me a straight answer but I shouldn't expect that much from her 

"No where" she says with a smile but her soul wave length has been getting more... distant like she's been practicing but with a different weapon and she's beginning to drift away from me

"Okay..." I just say

"You go home I need to talk to Lord Death" she pat me on the back as I pass her 

"Alright" I walk down the little hall but quickly hide behind the pillar and listen in on what there saying

Maka's pov

"So how did it go?" Lord Death quipped 

"It went well but it's been hard to change" a nervously fidget with my hands

"I suspected this. I'm not surprised has practicing with him helped any?" he asks

"Well considering he's only other person who can match my soul wave length other than Soul yeah, I guess" then doctor Stein entered the Death room

"Ah Maka how was practice?" he seems sincere but I could tell he was messing with me

"Well Stein we were just talking about that. She says she's been getting better but it's hard to change" Death butted in

"Yeah, well I'm not surprised but let's work on witch hunter tomorrow?" he slipped his hands in his pockets with a shrug of his shoulders

"Alright I'll see you there" I wave

Soul's pov

Maka's been practicing with another weapon? Who? Do I know him? Is Stein helping her with her new weapon? I notice Maka walking down the hall. Shit, she'll see me. I start to run and quickly get outside before she does, jump on my bike right as she she walks out

"What, were you waiting for me or something?" she teases

"Yeah, I was" Trying to sound casual 

"Okay let's go then" she jump on the back of the bike and wraps her hand around my waist and we're off.

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A/N: okay guys what did you think of the first chapter and who is the other weapon she's working with? Oh and I figured out how to us bold and italics on my iPod

Peace out author signing off here

A/N: this is, what? Two, three years later? I'm editing this currently in 2017 and cringing hard core. Honestly I don't know why I don't just delete this. This thing is like the horribleness that's from my past and just, ugh. Anyway I guess I'll do this properly

Peace out, author signing off here

(damn it's been so long since I've done that)